'Twas the race before Christmas, and all down the line,
Boats were over early, except, of course, mine.
Other skippers were cursing, and sounding most surly
With screaming between boats: “You’re OVER EARLY!”
But we’re off, the starter yells “clean” and we charge up the course.
Tacking on headers, without any remorse.
I made it look easy, as I kept with each lift,
I’m a finely tuned racer, I was born with the gift!
I was feeling almost giddy, as I kept the boat ahead,
I planned to replay the race continuously whilst quaffing a red.
As I rounded the last mark I was eyeing the prize,
But I blew it, predictably, with a spectacular capsize